It’s official. You have all convinced me to enter the insane world of online dating. Using much of the profile I wrote as an anti-profile. If this goes badly, just think how awful you will all feel. Of course, if it works out well, you can all take the credit.
At the 18 hour mark, our contenders thus far include one man who “winked” at me and then listed my name under “What I’m Doing With My Life.” That, kind sir, is unlikely. One informed me sincerely that he “can sexy.” One is a Twitter follower, who I don’t believe realizes that I am the same person as Anonymous Me.
They can’t all be duds though. There’s a painter who shares my lack of musical knowledge and has a somewhat appealingly awkward approach that reminds me of… um, me, being awkward. There’s a blue-collar guy whose private confession is that he listens to NPR. I may see what they have to say….
Is it wrong of me to confess that I’m looking forward to this insanity for the blogging material alone?